Paroles et traduction Alcolirykoz - La Danza del Miedo

La Danza del Miedo

Danza, bípedo que no panda el cúnico,
Enfrenta el miedo escénico y sácalo a bailar
Sino seras un súbdito
Esclavo del terror y tus testigos bajaran a vos al verte
Fracasar La gente se acompleja por ser fea
Y los cirujanos se hacen ricos
Corrigiendo los defectos que dios te dio.
Los medios dedicados a lavar cerebros,
Te infectan de una enfermedad sin remedio.
Nos venden la estupidez al por mayor y al detail.
La vida es perra el hombre es una pulga, tal para cual.
Viniste al mundo a estorbar??, yo no
Deja pasar.
Si la ignorancia esta de oferta en el centro comercial.
La vida ya es confundida con la materia fecal,
Tu armario lleno, tu cabeza y tu nevera vacía.
Perdió tu equipo y vas a llorar,
Las cucarachas dan asco pero resisten una guerra nuclear.
Confunden la fe con el fanatismo ilógico,
Si te encuentras a tu santo pídele un milagro, no un autógrafo.
Y deja quieta la maquina de este mecanógrafo,
Si tuvieras un baile, este calvo no tiene ni un pelo de
Coreógrafo.

Danza, bípedo que no panda el cúnico,
Enfrenta el miedo escénico y sacalo a bailar
Sino seras un súbdito
Esclavo del terror y tus testigos bajaran a vos al verte
Fracasar Q va de tus cuidados eligiendo una pareja,
No repare, que todos en la danza se asemejan.
Apenados lloran, viviendo lo que no es suyo,
Tomando un poco de los demás.
La siguiente película
Se basa en acontecimientos, momentos, personajes
De una existencia nada parcial.
Al acercarme veo doble, por dios!
Quien es el real?? El que imitas o quieres aparentar.
Te imito ya que sos un súbdito mas,
Y no van a lograr ser otra persona,
Llegaste tarde a la repartición de una historia propia.
La pregunta no es cuando nacieron, sino que modelo eres?
Identidad culta de los seres de serie carentes de periodo,
Código de barras iguales escaneados por el mismo odio
Sujetos a un mundo de ficción
Solo creíble sera su afición.
En esta escena diaria tu caminar parece una parodia

Eres tu reality relatando otra historia

Danza, vívelo que no paga el publico,
Enfrenta el miedo escénico y sacalo a bailar
Sino seras un súbdito
Esclavo del terror y tus testigos bajaran a vos al
Verte fracasar

The Dance of Fear

Dance, biped that doesn't panic,
Face the stage fright and take it out to dance
Otherwise, you'll be a subject
Slave to terror and your witnesses will belittle you when they see you
Failing People get hung up on being ugly
And surgeons get rich
Correcting the defects that God gave you.
The media dedicated to brainwashing,
Infects you with an incurable disease.
They sell us stupidity wholesale and retail.
Life is a bitch and man is a flea.
Did you come into the world to get in the way?? I didn't
Let it go.
If ignorance is on sale at the mall,
Life is already confused with fecal matter,
Your closet full, your head and your refrigerator empty.
You lost your team and you're going to cry.
Cockroaches are disgusting but they can withstand a nuclear war.
They confuse faith with illogical fanaticism,
If you find your saint, ask him for a miracle, not an autograph.
And leave the machine of this typewriter alone,
If you had a dance, this bald guy doesn't have a hair of
Choreographer.

Dance, biped that doesn't panic,
Face the stage fright and take it out to dance
Otherwise, you'll be a subject
Slave to terror and your witnesses will belittle you when they see you
Fail What's the point of choosing a partner for your care,
Don't fix it, everyone in the dance looks the same.
Sorrowful they cry, living what is not theirs,
Taking a little from others.
The next movie
Is based on events, moments, characters
Of an existence that is not impartial.
As I get closer, I see double, Oh my God!
Who is the real one? The one you imitate or the one you want to appear to be?
I imitate you because you are just another subject,
And you won't succeed in being someone else,
You came late to the distribution of your own story.
The question is not when were you born, but what model are you?
Cultured identity of serial beings lacking a period,
Identical barcodes scanned by the same hatred
Subject to a world of fiction
Only their hobby will be credible.
In this everyday scene your walking looks like a parody

You are your reality, telling another story

Dance, live it, the audience doesn't pay,
Face the stage fright and take it out to dance
Otherwise, you'll be a subject
Slave to terror and your witnesses will belittle you
Seeing you fail